Whitebark Stream You make my heart feel like it's Summer.

Legion. Kaertok. The names meant nothing to him and struck no memory, though he mused that he should tuck them away in his mind for a later date should any alliance (or the opposite) come to fruition. Artyom was not a violent creature, so he hoped Whitebark wolves and those of this nearby claim could at least maintain a civil relationship.

Dawn seemed a little uncertain about stepping on any toes, so the golden ranger sought to reassure her with a playful bat of his tail against a sterling flank. "If you would like to to accompany you on a visit or if I can help in any way," he told her, sincerity in his tone as he made to exchange a glance with her, "just say the word."